But in the silence, Leonard slowly raised the crescent sword in his hand, and the outer blade of the arcing crescent pointed at Lan and the flannel ball.

"Nothing else."

Beneath the silver mask, a calm, soothing voice came out.

"Can you explain where this talking cat and the horse outside came from? You go to fetch buckets of water, and not only do you find two traveling companions, but you also attract a wolf possessor. Can you give me an explanation? ”

"Otherwise, I can only think that you have bad intentions towards the goddess and are a filthy mess mixed in."

The flannel ball had already polished his sword at this time, and seeing that the situation was not quite right, he looked up at Lan En.

The witcher, on the other hand, lowered his blade, indicating that he had no ill will.

"You're a little too sensitive, Leonard. The flannel ball and the horse outside were with me, and I was a traveler who got lost here, remember? ”

"For the sake of Rosaria, I will always be so sensitive. Remove anything that might hurt her. ”

Leonard, under the silver mask, said unmoved.

At the same time, Lan En noticed that the crescent-shaped blade was faintly lit up with a turquoise light.

"Stop."

A gloomy and deep voice rang out from behind Leonard.

Archbishop Klimt was walking nearby, still followed by the two tower-like church knights.

Leonard's silver mask turned slightly, but he didn't obediently put down the knife in his hand.

Judging from the tone of the archbishop and Leonard, the two have different statuses. But judging by Leonard's actions, the binding force of this upper and lower position is not strong.

The archbishop didn't say much, but silently came over to observe the body of the wolf-possessed man on the ground.

After two glances, he silently raised his head and asked questions to the few people who had dealt with the monster.

"Are you sure. A terrifying red glow came out of its eyes just now? ”

Flannelball, Lanne, and Leonard all nodded.

The witcher keenly noticed, and after they had replied in the affirmative, the archbishop's face twitched slightly.

It's like hearing about something that is absolutely not good.,It's like forcibly suppressing emotional changes.。

The red eyes represented something, and Klimt didn't want anyone to know about them.

Lan En silently speculated in his mind.

And it turned out to be exactly what he thought.

"It's just a fish that slipped through the cracks in the walls of the abandoned fortress, don't care."

Klimt's voice was unwavering, saying things that the ghosts didn't believe.

"Put your weapons down, Leonard."

Now, many people in the camp are already watching here.

After all, this is the flashpoint of chaos, and it looks like the 'chaos' isn't over yet.

Klimt didn't mean to speak for Ranne, he just had to suppress the aftermath as soon as possible so that the issues that he couldn't let others know about would be noticed.

Lan En saw this, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and by the way, he called the Qilin over with the magic ring and stood beside him.

Since the archbishop wants to put things down quickly, he might as well take this opportunity to get both Kirin and Flannel Ball into the convoy.

"These are my lost horses and friends."

Klimt looked at it, and sure enough, he didn't say anything, just nodded.

Instead, it was Leonard, who let out a sigh of relief from under the silver mask before he let go of the blade in his hand, which was already faintly glowing with turquoise.

"I'll report to Rosalia what happened today."

He still sounded obsessed with anything that might hurt the goddess.

"Yes, debrief."

After glancing at him, Klimt asked the two church knights behind him to grab the corpse on the ground and walk towards the goddess's frame.

"Even if you don't say it, I'll tell the goddess."

Later, Lan sat down by the campfire with a flannel ball and a unicorn.

These two guys really seemed a lot calmer under the light of the flames. Although I still occasionally look at the darkness in the distance with palpitations, my mind is much clearer.

Lan En, on the other hand, watched covertly at the movement in the center of the camp, near the frame of the goddess.

Kremte and Leonard each knelt before the goddess and expounded their opinions.

When the Church Knight behind her lifted the wolf-possessed corpse in her hand, Rosalia seemed to know the cause and effect of the thing.

But she never spoke, just bowed her head and shook her head sadly.

Eventually, the body of the wolf-possessed man, which had been detached, was taken and burned by the church knights.

But this way of dealing with it is actually not very reasonable, even outsiders like Lan En who have just learned about some of the undead know it.

The Fran Immortals are an army of undead, and these wolf-possessed must be the undead who came to be tested and finally defeated.

But using fire to burn people does not make them completely dead, and even delaying their resurrection cannot be done.

Because only bloodletting, but preserving the body, can the resurrection process be delayed. Burning the undead in their entirety will only bring them back to life as normal.

The corpse's 'red eyes' should be a unique feature. It is precisely because of this characteristic that Klimt must adopt this method of treatment.

Lan En mentally confirmed his point again.

Next to the camp, among the ruins where the magicians of the Biheim Dragon Academy were entrenched, there were also some sentry who discovered the changes here.

But they didn't seem to want to get involved in whatever it turned out to, so they just looked at the wall and didn't bother with it.

"Take it easy, kid, take it easy."

While Lan En was thinking, the sound of flesh squirting on the ground came from beside him.

When I turned my head, I saw that it was a maggot man crawling towards the ground with both hands.

His facial features have been blurred like melted wax in the process of 'rebirth', but they still retain their original functionality.

It's just that when he speaks, it's a bit like a mouthful of phlegm.

The flannel ball 'meowed' and hit Lan En's back, and the unicorn also stood up from its comfortable prone 'Teng'.

"Oh, I think my appearance scares you? I'm so sorry. ”

The maggots unexpectedly made Lan En feel kind.

So the witcher struggled to overcome the visual discomfort.

Lane didn't want to be a guy who judged people by their appearance, but it was the nature of a creature to satisfy his vision, so he could only overcome his nature with his will.

Fortunately, in the training of [Memory Deep Dive], Lan En has been doing this for a long time. To fight against the perfectionist nature of the emperor's sons.

He calmed the flannel ball and the unicorn, and moved his ass to sit a little closer to the maggot.

"Do you know something? About that wolf-possessed? ”

"Know?" Maggots shook their heads as they braced their hands on their bodies, trying to hold up their bodies with only a lump of flesh.

"How do I know those things? I just feel like you're upset. ”

"yes." Lann didn't refute. "Darkness, and monsters in the dark, who can feel at ease when they meet these?"

"But don't worry, because we're with the Goddess, young man."

The maggot seemed to feel tired of supporting his body, so he simply tilted his face and lay down and said.

"The Mother of Birth Again will bless us, and she will be merciful and gracious."

"What's the worst? It's just that it's like me, and it's okay after a while. ”

The maggot seems to be quite optimistic, and this is the first optimistic guy Lan En has met since he came to this world.

"It's scary for me though, haha."

As he spoke, the maggots themselves were amused by themselves, panting and laughing.

"So, you're here to sell me faith? Preacher? ”

Lan En then laughed and said to the maggot.

"Preacher? I don't have that tongue. Rosalia is there, and what she does will be seen by you. You will know that her compassion and gentleness are enough to be loved by all things. ”

The maggot man lay on the ground and raised his two hands, which is roughly equivalent to 'spreading hands'.

"If you see it with your own eyes and still don't believe it, then what's the use of saying a few words? If it's really useful, then I'm not more powerful than a goddess, haha! ”

The maggot's optimism made Lan En feel comfortable, so he simply leaned in and asked in a whisper.

"Then I'm a little curious, that is. What will become of your body in the end? ”

"What will we become? Haha, it's an angel! ”

The maggot didn't seem to mind Lan En pointing at his tail at all, and then stopped talking, showing himself with a generous open hand.

"Angels?"

"When we transform, we will become human again, taller and stronger, and at the same time we will have wings with white feathers and the ability to fly. That kind of appearance is called "angels". ”

"Actually, my transformation is almost over, so I'm in the mood to come and comfort you."

As he spoke, a pure white light appeared on the maggot's palm, which was different from the golden light emitted by the priesthood just now.

Along with the white light, there are also white falling feathers that appear, and then disappear in sync with the white light.

"What is this?"

Lan En watched this scene curiously, and the flannel ball showed half of his face from behind him, looking at it with the same curiosity.

"This is a miracle that belongs to the angels, except that I didn't hold the amulet or the holy bell just now. Without a catalyst, you can't activate a spell. ”

The maggot said unconcernedly.

"This [miracle] is the story told by the angel to the Holy Maiden Gercide, and the Holy Maiden sorted out and circulated this story."

[Miracle], this spell is a kind of 'story'? It's a magical system to tell stories, know stories, and believe stories to cast spells.

Lan En summed up according to the maggots' words as he marveled at the new knowledge.

"In other words, the goddess Rosalia can make people reborn as angels, and the angels tell the story to the holy daughter Gertsid?"

"That's how it should be." The maggot man waved his hand, "The more specific thing is the story between the gods, who can tell clearly?" ”

"It's a pity that the goddess suffered in the first place."

"The suffering of the goddess?"

Lan En asked inexplicably.

The maggot didn't shy away from anything, he just whispered as he folded his hands and bowed his head in the direction of the goddess's frame.

"The initial seekers of 'rebirth' were irritable and eager, and they became angry after being turned into maggots, along with those who were frightened but had not yet been 'born again'. Plucked out the tongue of the goddess. So much so that the goddess is now speechless. ”

(End of chapter)